“Sweet Benjamin, necessity is upon us, darling.  Please suit up and fossick for the pie.  Promptly.”  Interestingly enough, ‘fossick’ makes me think in a British accent and imagine a lifestyle full of afternoon tea and homemade tarts. 

“Lovey cakes, you do not fossick fast enough.  We mustn’t keep the guests waiting.  Shall I assist you in the fossicking?”

Or, I see several ragamuffin kids with holes in their jeans, searching aimlessly for a treasure map.  In my head they are barefoot like Peter Pan.  They have holey jeans and torn oversized t-shirts.  They are as darling as darling can be.  The excitedly expectant smile on their faces is contagious.  They have a dream of gaining treasure.  The fossicking will be part of the memorable journey.

Oh to be a British tea drinker or a barefoot treasure seeker.